At this time of year, the various sub-plots of the year are drawn to their conclusions.
Our geese enjoy long, care-free lives. They’re free to leave if they wish. Sometimes they do just that – disappearing off into the wilds for a day or two – or longe : almost without fail, they come back. Our oldest goose-and-gander couple are now eight years old. Most of their young, however, get to enjoy just one summer. (If we didn’t protect them from predators, most goslings wouldn’t even survive that long.) The following winter, we remember those that died young, one meal at a time. And we show our appreciation for them, collectively, when we lay our heads on pillows of the finest quality..
Our sleeping hours are when our brains work on building and repairing the neural connections of knowledge and memory : and if we dream of geese at all, it’s a dream making connections between food, soft furnishings, and feathered wildlife.